My boy builds coffins with hammers and nails He doesn't build ships, he has no use for sails He doesn't make tables, dresses or chairs He can't carve a whistle cause he just doesn't care читать дальше My boy builds coffins for the rich and the poor Kings and queens them all knocked on his door Beggars and liars, gypsies and thieves They all come to impact he's so eager to please
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day But it's not just for work and it isn't for play He's made one for himself One for me too One of these days he'll make one for you
My boy builds coffins for better or worse Some say it's a blessing, some say it's a curse He fits them together in sunshine or rain Each one is unique, no two are the same
My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame That when eachones been made, he can't see it again He crafts every one with love and repair Then it's thrown in the ground and it just doesn't fit
My boy builds coffins he makes them all day But it's not just for work and it isn't for play He's made one for himself One for me too One of these days he'll make one for you